V a p o r ▶ J. HALE (COMPLETED.)

E.

Epilogue.

The Cullens'.

September 15th.

Tuesday, 9:07 am.

Dear Emma Lee,

I honestly can't remember the last time I wrote a letter (emails don't count) to anyone aside from an old friend back in Seattle.— I didn't know how to start this letter, and my boyfriend suggested I write the first thing that comes to my head. He's laughing at me now because he meant the first thing that came to mind concerning you. Oh, well... at least I made him laugh. You see, he's not a cheerful person, and he rarely laughs around other people-

"Are you writing about me?" Jasper frowned, as he glared down at the paper in her lap. "You're supposed to be answering her letter, Dema— She doesn't need to know all that."

Dema glanced up at him and blushed slightly. "She might find it endearing..." She looked down and frowned. "I just don't know what to tell her." She sighed hopelessly.

"Well, what did she write to you about?" He said, before wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him so that her back rested against his chest. "Just reply to her letter." He shrugged, before taking the one-day-old newspaper that rested on top of his nightstand.

Once he opened the newspaper and fell deep into his usual trance, Dema glanced back down at her lap, where the barely-written letter rested. Her fingers tapped against the corner, as she squinted her eyes in thought. The more she gazed down at the paper, the less inspired she felt as her attention shifted, from Emma Lee to her shinning ring. She couldn't help but smile, as she glanced down at her ring lovingly.

"Hey, blondie?" Dema asked softly, and he hummed absentmindedly in response. "What if we just elope in Vegas?"

She curled by his side, before glancing up at him. He placed the newspaper down for a second, as he analyzed her expression. Dema knew he was trying to figure out whether she meant it, or not. Once he noticed a small smile on her face, he turned back to his newspaper.

"As long as you're marrying me, I'm fine with it." He shrugged, and she grinned. "Alice won't be, though."

Dema's grin turned into a sour look. "I forgot about her," She groaned. "When I tried to convince Bella to do the same, Alice forced me to cut the stems of every rose they were using for the arch. I've still got nightmares of getting cut by all those thorns." She shuddered.

"Mmm-hmmm," Jasper hummed. "Now, imagine what she'll do once she realizes you want an Elvis Presley impersonator to marry us."

Dema chuckled lightly, before shifting around, so that her chest was resting on his. She propped her head up with her hand and traced soothing circles on his chest with her finger.

"Hey, you never told me what happened with Jacob," Dema started, and he glanced at her questioningly. "After my mom told him you were proposing to me?"

"Ah," He sighed before the tiniest smile appeared on his lips. He shoved the newspaper aside, before placing his hand by her short strands of hair. "Well, after I asked your mom for your hand in marriage, she apparently called Jacob right away-"

Dema bit her lower lip to prevent herself from laughing.

"And, when I got home, there he was. Standing by the door, with a stern frown on his face." Jasper's grin grew, as he looked up at the ceiling in thought. "I suppose he was trying to intimidate me, or something of the sort... but I couldn't help but laugh, the second I met him by the door."